I’ve never been one for big crowds, loud music, and the nonsense that can accompany both. Yes, I did hit the dance clubs when I was younger–both disco and western. I’m not afraid to admit it. And yes, I did–and do–like to dance, though my dancing now is mostly in my chair or when walking from my writer’s cave to the coffee maker and back. I also like music, but at moderate levels. I’ve never been a fan of crowds but can suck it up and deal when necessary.
I’m also no longer enamored of fireworks. A lot of that has to do with Jake. He hates anything that sounds like gunshots. The deputy who originally rescued him thinks he was probabably shot at. June and July are hell on him. And yes, we have neighbors who think that shooting off firecrackers at midnight to celebrate the is all kinds of awesome. It is not. This is a mixed neighborhood. About half of us now have been here for 15 years or longer and we are OLD. Yes, it’s nice to see young families move in as us oldies pass/move on but it would be nice if they’d remember that some of us are asleep by the 10 o’clock news. Just sayin’…
I’ll step off my soapbox now.
Tomorrow is the first new day in a new year. The possibilities are enticing, like warm chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven served with a cup of creamy cafe au latte or hot chai tea. It makes me want to put my feet up, sip and nibble as I watch the world travel past my window. But that would squander all those possibilities.
I always end the year feeling nostalgic. Correction. I usually end a year that way. This year? I can’t wait to sweep out the old and welcome in the new. 2024 was not my best year. I have hopes for 2025. There’s a sense of anticipation and hope in the air. I’m ready for both. I want to make plans–and bring them to fruition. There are things I want to do. Stories I want to tell. There’s change in the air too. Also welcome though not mine to share at the moment.
Tonight, I’ll be curled up with a good book, some hot chocolate, a fuzzy blanket, and will likely fall asleep and not wake up until the the bangs start. Then I’ll get Jake settled and hopefully back to sleep for me before the sun rises.
Tomorrow, I’ll get up and do all the things I normally do, but I’ll have to remember to write 2025 and remembr that 2024 is out the door and it’s time to carry on and do something bigger, better, different than I’ve done before.
What are your plans?
Silver James 
Is there enough space on that soapbox for both of us? Or should I drag along my own? Since my accident, crowds are problematic. I’ve never really enjoyed loud noises, but I used to tolerate them better. Now? Nope. Would you believe we had someone shooting off fireworks here on Saturday? Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. Anyway, I hope the noise isn’t too bad for you or Jake, and that you get some peace in there somewhere.
Yay for chocolate chip cookie possibilities! (Or the possibility of chocolate chip cookies, which is also awesome.) I love the hope that seems to be leaking into everything since the first Tuesday in November. No plans here. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I’ll probably be toast by 8 o’clock and struggling to keep my eyes open.
:raises coffee mug: Here’s to 2025 and all the possibilities it offers. Let’s make this one a great one. :hugs:
Right back at’cha! I have a big soap box and am happy to share. 😉
It was a long and mostly sleepless night for…reasons so yeah, I’ll be lucky to make it to 9. Heck, at this point, to dinner time. 🤣
See ya next year! 😆
I haven’t celebrated NYE since my mid twenties.
I’ll have C&C over for an early dinner, otherwise a normal day.
It took several call the Cleveland Clinic but I finally got hubs meds at 1PM.
I hope you have A Very Happy and Blessed 2025!
I’m so glad you got the meds settled before tomorrow! Enjoy your dinner with C&C. Thank you for the wishes. May the coming year bring you peace, joy, and dreams coming true. 🥰